Questions and Tunics go hand in hand
His eyes stung with a dull ache, the aftereffects of the intense light show. When his vision cleared, he wasn't in the dusty drawer of the study anymore.
Disorientation washed over him as he took in his surroundings. He stood in the middle of a bustling city street, cobblestones worn smooth by countless footsteps.
The sky above was a flawless expanse of azure, devoid of a single cloud.
People bustled around him, their faces etched with worry.
They wore tunics and other garments unlike anything he'd ever seen, their voices raised in a cacophony of anxious shouts.
"Well, this is fantastic," he said under his breath. "I always wanted to star in a medieval flash mob."
Where was he? Had the light transported him somewhere else? He spun around, searching for any landmarks he might recognize—anything familiar. Then he saw it.